Paper skiffs amongst purple cliffs, an eye and I between
Floating along with hummingbirds, sea of green under me
And I behold such wonderments that stand so wondrously
The world in the hands of a painter, a painting so awe inspiring
Floating as the flowers pass and shine immortal hues
An eye of mine so filled with joys, colors spilling into view
A world of gold, in whole, a world of both the old and new
All these things from a paper skiff, purple cliffs, and skies of blue
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 10:29 AM UTC
Paper skiffs amongst purple cliffs, an eye and I between
Floating along with hummingbirds, sea of green under me
And I behold such wonderments that stand so wondrously
The world in the hands of a painter, a painting so awe inspiring
Floating as the flowers pass and shine immortal hues
An eye of mine so filled with joys, colors spilling into view
A world of gold, in whole, a world of both the old and new
All these things from a paper skiff, purple cliffs, and skies of blue
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